ltdann
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So last thursday I get an e-mail from Myfriendis410 telling there are strange things afoot at VAFB. Seems during the womans wounded warrior hunt, they were on hogs all day, for 4 days solid, in all areas. Strange.
He told me he'd seen a hog in a plowed field at 9:30 in the morning. I mean, thats-thats just.....crazy talk! I feared dementia had finally got to 410 and it was time to move him into the old hog hunters home. Everyone knows hogs just don't stand around in broad daylight...in plowed fields next to paved roads! Insanity! But, what if....?
So I took a chance and called my buddy Chuck in Phoenix and broached the topic. I got the usual "my wife will....", "the kids need new shoes", blah, blah blah. Whatever. I asked him to think about it. Three hours later I get a call, "I'm on the road". What? Suddenly I gotta go to the boss with a sniffle and claim "swine flu" and ask for the day off.
We left the house at 0330, did the usually camp set up, sight the guns in and made plans to meet 410 and his partner up the valley at one of the honeyholes for the evening hunt. We roll out of camp at 5 pm and just as we get into the hunting area, Chuck calls the wife before we lose cell coverage. He no sooner hangs up when we start rolling past the first soybean field and low and behold...a hog, at 5:30 pm. In a plowed field, during broad daylight! It MUST be the Nine Thirty Hog. 410 gets a pass on the old hog hunters home.
Chuck immediately starts doing his "wasthat? wasthat?" routine that tells me he's got the jitters. "its a pig" I say as I pull over. "get out and get your shotgun (shotgun only area) loaded". The wind is in our favor, we're about 400 yds downwind. He moves to the edge of the field and basically...walks upright until he gets about 150 yds away. The pig shows sign of being nervous so Chuck goes into stealth mode and finally drops prone at 125 yds. I see a cloud of dust envelope Chuck and the pig and a few seconds later hear the shot. The pig does a 360 and heads into the brush. DAMN!
I drive the truck over to the other end of the field and Chuck waves me over and sure enough, there's a good bit of blood on the ground, leading to a pig tunnel. Ok, now we're both a bit nervous-side arms not allowed and someone's gotta go in the tunnel after him, with a shotgun. Being the great partner I am, I volunteer Chuck. Fortunately, the pig died about 10ft in so I don't have to break in a new partner.
It weighed 110 lbs gutted, Chuck shot it using Winchester XP3's, using OPEN sights @ 125 yds-ranged. I had called 410 and told him we'd be a little late meeting him and shortly he rolled up while were taking pictures.
Now, you'd think that would be the end of the story, wouldn't you? Noooo, it gets funnier. We continue on to the honey hole and .......well, that's 410's story. All I gotta say about that part of the hunt is, all that was missing was the clown music!
He told me he'd seen a hog in a plowed field at 9:30 in the morning. I mean, thats-thats just.....crazy talk! I feared dementia had finally got to 410 and it was time to move him into the old hog hunters home. Everyone knows hogs just don't stand around in broad daylight...in plowed fields next to paved roads! Insanity! But, what if....?
So I took a chance and called my buddy Chuck in Phoenix and broached the topic. I got the usual "my wife will....", "the kids need new shoes", blah, blah blah. Whatever. I asked him to think about it. Three hours later I get a call, "I'm on the road". What? Suddenly I gotta go to the boss with a sniffle and claim "swine flu" and ask for the day off.
We left the house at 0330, did the usually camp set up, sight the guns in and made plans to meet 410 and his partner up the valley at one of the honeyholes for the evening hunt. We roll out of camp at 5 pm and just as we get into the hunting area, Chuck calls the wife before we lose cell coverage. He no sooner hangs up when we start rolling past the first soybean field and low and behold...a hog, at 5:30 pm. In a plowed field, during broad daylight! It MUST be the Nine Thirty Hog. 410 gets a pass on the old hog hunters home.
Chuck immediately starts doing his "wasthat? wasthat?" routine that tells me he's got the jitters. "its a pig" I say as I pull over. "get out and get your shotgun (shotgun only area) loaded". The wind is in our favor, we're about 400 yds downwind. He moves to the edge of the field and basically...walks upright until he gets about 150 yds away. The pig shows sign of being nervous so Chuck goes into stealth mode and finally drops prone at 125 yds. I see a cloud of dust envelope Chuck and the pig and a few seconds later hear the shot. The pig does a 360 and heads into the brush. DAMN!
I drive the truck over to the other end of the field and Chuck waves me over and sure enough, there's a good bit of blood on the ground, leading to a pig tunnel. Ok, now we're both a bit nervous-side arms not allowed and someone's gotta go in the tunnel after him, with a shotgun. Being the great partner I am, I volunteer Chuck. Fortunately, the pig died about 10ft in so I don't have to break in a new partner.
It weighed 110 lbs gutted, Chuck shot it using Winchester XP3's, using OPEN sights @ 125 yds-ranged. I had called 410 and told him we'd be a little late meeting him and shortly he rolled up while were taking pictures.
Now, you'd think that would be the end of the story, wouldn't you? Noooo, it gets funnier. We continue on to the honey hole and .......well, that's 410's story. All I gotta say about that part of the hunt is, all that was missing was the clown music!
